Science is the Extrication of Ouroboros from his House of Being

Science is the extricate of language. And if "language is the house of the Truth of Being," then the house is also that clearing which has already divided us from nature—and therefore Being.

Only mythic formulations of words can think such things. Nature is the fulcrum of our difference, and science attempts to realise this fulcrum through an extrication of nature into its materiality at every point. Hence its total misunderstanding, and destructive essence, to the point that it becomes an ouroboros.

All of the great technologies of our time even have this form enmeshed within their function, suggesting the extent to which science remains within the dominion of sacrifice to an unknown. And yet its rites are entirely sentient within the desecration of their ends: being doomed.